up in the trees, staring down at the ground. <br />the frost has come and yet you still stay <br />whats keeping you from flying away <br />when all is left for you is misery and pain <br />the weathers not here for fun and games <br />it's here to toy with your emotions <br />that you never thought had. <br />your friends have disowned you <br />yet you wont leave to follow <br />you value what you dont have, and dont recognize what you do<br /><br />kelsey fitzgerald<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/little-bird-14/
